All Chapters of I've Been Corrected, but What About You?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My parents had always been unhappy about my reticence, because they felt that it made me unfit for company. They often hit me and scolded me because of it.They also frequently used Arabella as an example to lecture me.Arabella had been cheerful and perky since she was a child. She liked laughing and playing around, and she would always cling to me, saying that I was the pure white moon while she was a shining sun. However, everything had changed two years ago, after she returned from attending a cocktail party with my parents.She no longer squeezed into my bed to sleep with me, nor did she whine playfully to me anymore. Instead, she looked at me with hatred and jealousy in her eyes."I'm the child our parents like best. How can you compare yourself with me?"She was becoming better and better at gaining favor with our parents. She was effortlessly confident in social situations, and she had snatched away the last remaining vestige of my parents' care for me. She had cut h

At the police station, I was settled down alone in the sick bay. A few of the female police officers were frowning, and they spoke to me gently. "Dear child, have you been abused by your parents? Do they often hit you?"I shook my head vigorously and said nothing.My mother was waiting nervously at the door.My father kept knocking. He wanted to check my injuries.The police had no choice but to call a doctor over to dress my wounds and bandage them up.Once they were done, the frown on their faces deepened."Is this your daughter?"My mother nodded quickly while my father rubbed his hands together, looking panicked. "Of course."There was a loud bang as an older policeman slammed his cup on the table, making my parents jump in fright."The doctor has examined her. She has 32 wounds of varying sizes all over her body, including signs of whipping, burns, pinches, subcutaneous contusions caused by being kicked, as well as a few knife wounds. Explain this to me!"My mother fro

Just as Arabella wanted, I was finally kicked out of the house.I held Sunny, whom Arabella had killed with her own hand out of hatred and resentment, and disappeared from my parents' line of sight in the car. The car sped toward the asylum. However, just as it turned into an alley, a small black car suddenly blocked the path of the car I was in. Several policemen in plain clothes got out at once. The driver saw that something was wrong, and he was about to pull out his gun when I yanked the safety belt against his throat to choke him. Soon, the police arrived and took control of the situation.I saw a few familiar faces. The female police officers from the interrogation room were there, and they nodded at me.Behind them were a few police officers wearing special uniforms. I handed Sunny's carcass and a few strands of hair to them before saying urgently, "All the proof is in here. Take it! Please save my sister, and don't hurt her!"The officer in the lead said earnest

One of us was dressed impeccably on the outside, but was completely under the control of the drug, unable to control herself. Arabella was a decayed, tormented demon.The other had been tortured physically to a state of insanity, but in reality, my heart was clear and unclouded. I had the determination to move ahead relentlessly.I was in the darkness, while she was in the light.I pretended to be insane while she played along with my act. In that single room at the police station, I had managed to avoid supervision and passed over a secret note. Arabella had stuffed the proof that she had collected over a long period of time into Sunny's carcass.I had used my parents' final vestige of humanity to prevent it from being found. My parents had a vast net of connections and influence, and they obviously had a mole among the police too. The only way to get a warrant for their arrest would be to lay a trap in secret and strike to win. Once they were caught red-handed, the spid